Hope. Say it a bunch of times in a row and the very word seems to lose it's meaning.

I have it.

I have a wonderful family and a support system that is awesome, but my life as I dreamed it would be, as an awe-filled child, is gone. That's okay, here I am anyway, hear me roar. I have hope for my family and who they are going to be..........but not much for the system that they'll be forced into.

I hope that my children will experience the best that humanity has to offer itself thus far. I hope that we figure some important shit out before they have to learn about mankind's deficiencies instead of being browbeat into this shitstorm and left to figure out which way is up like we did. I fear it's too late (or too early, maybe, or I hope too much).

I wish that within my lifetime mankind can learn to live as a species with one another as nature intended, not as religion did, but I'm beyond hoping for that anymore.

I hope that my children's generation can figure it out.

I do hope.

Do you? What do you hope for?

But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

Gotta say though that your answer was what first zipped through my brain.

Not the ice cream bit, though.

To rerail...

I ain't got no hope. Hope is for pussies.

It's hope that makes me cry in movies... hope against the odds; lost hope... that kinda thing... maybe because it's something that I don't have and would like to have and can only experience vicariously.